"Ha." Jun Moqi sneered and said in a solemn tone: "Your Excellency, you are so loud. I just don't know if your strength is half as good as your words!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Jun Moqi quickly threw out three darts.
"You will know if you try it." The man in black robe said, stepped forward, leaned his body slightly, dodged the three darts, and rushed towards Jun Moqi.
"Hey." Seeing the man in black robe dodge the darts, Jun Moqi smiled ferociously, and with a slight movement of the five fingers of his left hand, the three darts that originally flew into the distance shot back and stabbed the man in the back again.
"Die!" Jun Moqi clenched his right fist, and the surging spiritual energy surged out of his body, turning into a fierce fist and rushing towards the black-robed man.
There is a fist in front and a dart in the back. Attacking from both front and back, showing no mercy when attacking, this is the Jun family - Jun Moqi!
The man in black robe casually glanced behind him, but there was no change on his face. The battle ax in his hand turned, and three darts were fired at the back of the axe.
At the same time, whether intentionally or unintentionally, the ax bar was thrown hard towards the incoming fist.
Bang, clang clang clang.
As the man's battle ax turned slightly, the attack that could have forced people into a desperate situation was easily resisted.
Jun Moqi didn't care about this, he just put on a weird smile, suddenly made a fist with his left hand, and pulled it back.
Phew...
With a few soft sounds, the black-robed man's arms and right thigh were torn open with a wound almost simultaneously, a very deep wound that looked as if a sharp blade had scratched it.
"For your arrogance..." Jun Moqi showed a winning smile and shouted: "Pay the price!"
Jun Moqi opened his right hand, and five almost invisible threads suddenly flew out, like poisonous snakes, and rushed towards the man in black robe.
"Threads?" The man looked coldly at the several thin threads like spider silk that were surrounding him, and narrowed his eyes slightly.
brush!
Jun Moqi shook and pulled his hands, and the thin lines were like sharp blades, cutting towards the man in black robe not far away.
"Ha." The man in black robe chuckled, and dark demonic energy surged out of his body.
In an instant, the demonic energy spread in all directions, completely covering the man's figure.
Da da da……
The thin thread was swung down, and soon there were crisp cracking sounds, and Jun Moqi's expression became even colder.
"You actually broke my [Blade Spirit Silk]?" Looking at the thin thread hanging weakly in his hand, Jun Moqi's expression suddenly became extremely gloomy.
His "Blade Spirit Silk" is a low-grade spiritual weapon. Even if Xiu Shen wants to break it, it will take some effort. Who is that man in black robe? He actually cut off his "Blade Spirit Silk" easily!
But before he could figure it out, he saw something that annoyed him even more.
At the other end of his Blade Spirit Silk, strange black mist spread along the Blade Spirit Silk at this moment, trying to attack him!
"So brave." Jun Moqi's eyes were cold and he spat out a few words through his teeth.
Waves of surging spiritual energy turned into light, facing the strange jet-black airflow.
What surprised him was that as soon as his attack collided with the black airflow, it disappeared completely like a mud cow entering the sea.
"What is this?!" Jun Moqi's expression changed again, and he quickly dropped the Blade Spirit Silk, stepped lightly, and stepped back.
But at this moment, He Wei stamped his steps and rushed forward, blocking Jun Moqi's only way to retreat.
"Haha, you coward, take my sword!"
brush.
Why is a sword flashing with blue light, with extreme sharpness, tearing the air, and stabbing Jun Moqi fiercely.
"Damn it, get out of here you ant!" Jun Moqi glared at He Wei angrily, and with a wave of his hand, a terrifying strong wind roared out and swept towards He Wei.
"Ah -" He Wei roared angrily and thrust out his long sword, trying to counter Jun Moqi's attack.
However, just when the long sword and the strong wind were about to collide, He Wei's pupils suddenly shrank, his wrist flicked, and the tip of the long sword suddenly moved half an inch downward, and then he faced the strong wind.
The next moment, something strange happened: the moment He Wei's sword collided with the strong wind, the strong wind trembled violently and suddenly dissipated.
At this moment, He Wei's long sword pierced Jun Moqi's heart almost without any hindrance...
"Don't resist. Move your sword down half an inch. That's the weak point where spiritual energy gathers."
Just when He Wei was about to fight, a voice suddenly sounded in his head. This voice was not unfamiliar to him. It was the voice of the one he recognized as "Lord".
Of course he would not doubt Jinchen. Therefore, he immediately changed the sword's strength, and that's how the scene just happened...
A few seconds ago, on the other side, several thread blades tore towards the black-robed man.
"Yinglang, that is a low-grade spiritual weapon that can be blessed by spiritual energy. It releases evil energy, and the evil energy can [corrode] any [lower spiritual energy]."
Sure enough, after the man in black robe released the demonic energy, the power of the thread dropped sharply. Not only did the speed slow down, but the sharpness also weakened a lot, and it could no longer tear the air.
"Just cut these threads next. Their quality is not comparable to the battle ax in your hand." Jinchen's voice sounded in his ears again.
"It's true, Jin Chen." Ying Lang smiled helplessly, turned his hand, flipped the battle ax in his hand, and cut off all the threads in an instant.
However, the silk thread had just landed on the ground when Ying Lang smiled indifferently and stepped hard on the silk thread on the ground.
"Since demonic energy can corrode all low-level spiritual energy, then how can I not cause some trouble for this bastard who is playing tricks!"
Thinking like this, Ying Lang's demonic energy rushed out along the thin threads.
At the same time, he himself stepped forward and almost turned into a black lightning, shooting towards Jun Moqi.
"Damn it!" There was a black-robed demon cultivator in front of him. What was going on behind him? Moreover, the two of them were actually attacking at the same time. Jun Moqi's expression became extremely gloomy.
"If you dare to make me pay such a price, I won't let you go!" Jun Moqi slammed his foot on the ground, forced himself to steady himself, and quickly took out a black jade stone.
The moment he took out the jade, a flash of pain appeared on Jun Moqi's face.
This is the fourth grade talisman "Black Evil Abyss", which can form a gravity field after being crushed. In this area, the two people will be affected by strange gravity and have difficulty moving.
But he can move freely in this area, and even speed up. As long as he uses this rune, killing these two people is not a problem at all.
However, this "Abyss of Black Evil" is a fourth-grade talisman, and only a few third-grade battle formation masters can reluctantly refine it. Even he only has one! Moreover, this talisman is still used to save life, so use it now...
But at such a critical moment, he could no longer think too much. Staring at Ying Lang with resentment again, Jun Moqi crushed the talisman to pieces.
In an instant, a strange black light flashed out from his hand, covering a ten-mile radius in an instant.
At the moment when the black brilliance appeared, Ying Lang and He Wei's speeds slowed down strangely. At the same time, streaks of black light formed a strange film, covering their entire bodies. The next moment, the movement of spiritual energy in both of their bodies seemed to slow down. Because of this sudden change, both of them were slightly sluggish.
"Get out!" At the same time, Jun Moqi's speed suddenly increased, his body turned sharply, and he kicked He Wei's chest hard, sending him flying away.
Bang bang bang...
He Wei's body turned into a stream of light and broke several big trees before coming to a standstill. But even if he stopped, his breath was weak and almost non-existent, as if he was not going to die soon.
Jun Moqi snorted coldly, stopped paying attention to what was going on, turned around again, and punched Ying Lang in front of him fiercely.
